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alaynestone · 3 days
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these trials...they're purifying me.
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☆○°• doing the notes thing again :3 •°○☆
(bc my old one got t worded)
10 notes - i'll play animal crossing again
50 notes - i'll finally use my new sketchbook
100 notes - i'll tell mikey abt how bad my sewerslidal thoughts have gotten
(doing that today!)
150 notes - i wont cal count for a day
(doing this 20/04/24)
200 notes - i'll eat a fear food
i ate reeses
300 notes - i'll ask my mum for a new binder so i don't have to bind with duct tape
ill ask when she gets paid next
400 notes - i'll finish a pixel art i started ages ago and never got back to
BRO HELP JAGSHW will post when its done!
500 notes - i'll tell my new boyfriend i have an0rexia and need help (only one of them knows)
ill tell him when i see him tonight <3
i told him! i madr a post, irs tagged #gem+silas tag!
1000 notes - (deep breath) i'll take my m3d1c4ti○n again (i take only 2, theres 4 i dont)
( ノ^ω^)ノ♡
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lestatslestits · 10 months
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spark-of-teal · 3 months
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When Gem got into Secret life, she was excited.
It was a game! About killing her friends! Which she loved doing! What could be a better way to spend her time?
She was confused when talking to the others, seeing how their demeanor is forever cautious and more subdued.
When she asks, they simply say that she’ll learn.
Even as the game progresses, and every scratch and scrape doesn’t heal, and she is in constant pain until she dies, she’s excited!
The others try to warn her about it. She thinks they’re overreacting.
Even when given the boogeyman curse, even when she turns red. She gets to kill people! This is so much fun!
Even when she’s forced to kill Pearl, Pearl immediately forgives her. But there’s something behind her smile Gem can’t decipher.
She has a lot of fun as a red name, running around killing her friends just like she always likes doing.
Even when Impulse dies, she’s having too much fun. It’s a game! He’ll be fine back on Hermitcraft.
It doesn’t hit her until Scott is on his knees begging her to kill him.
This isn’t a game.
This is torture.
It doesn’t hit her until Pearl and Scar kill her in a 2v1. And she’s forced to watch as a ghost as Pearl dies and Scar is left numb as he wins. Because of course he isn’t celebrating.
This isn’t a game.
This is torture.
Would Gem have celebrated if she won?
She isn’t sure anymore.
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ellohcee · 6 months
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Day 16 - eclipse
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lovedbythelaw · 11 months
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It has come to my attention that we do not yet have a Barbie & Ken mugshot meme for our darling duo
Anticipate me watching both the Barbie movie and PPP this summer!
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 1 month
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rhythm-of-space · 10 months
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Personally, I'd like to see more of this next tour
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discluded · 10 months
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How much delicious MILF Apo content can one get out of a 5 second video? Let me shock you with my ingenuity.
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nefja · 5 months
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alaynestone · 5 months
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you're an angel, i'm a dog or you're a dog and i'm your man you believe me like a god i destroy you like i am
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mottemort · 6 months
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just a very quick doodle... for: Batman/Catwoman: Gotham War - Red Hood #2
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leliest · 6 months
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you know, sometimes when I'm scrolling through old tumblr posts uploaded on pinterest and find some from the Sherlock-fandom back then, I do get a little sad. I joined the fandom damn late in 2022, so I never experienced any of what went on back then -and for parts of that I'm actually grateful, because damn was it wild, especially as a johnlocker (judging from what I've heard and seen ofc). But in some parts I also mourn that fandom from then, because it's obviously changed a lot. Don't get me wrong, the community of today is amazing and there are so many amazing people still in love with that show, but in some ways I just wish I'd been there when Sherlock was the 'big thing' on here. And the way it went down in the end is pretty sad, too. So yes, I somehow managed to get to the point where I joined a fandom years after its golden times and ultimately got to the feeling of being unable to move on from it only a short while of moving 'into' it, and now I'm sad that it turned to something to move on from in the first place. So yeah that's how my life's currently going lol
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inkskinned · 11 months
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if you're smiling you're vapid or flirty or vain or contrite or insipid or a massive bitch or coy or cunning and if you've relaxed and are just watching-back, you're enigmatic or mysterious or sexy or a massive bitch or coy or cunning and if you're frowning you're hysterical or overwrought or the voice of your people or hard to please or a massive bitch or
and you stand there reading the little plaque next to pictures of people who aren't really like you because they're rich and they wear satin but they are like you because they had to watch other people paint their pictures without getting to paint them by themselves and you think about the fact that something like 80% of "fine art" on the walls is only made by white men and how so many of these pictures are of white women and how many are of naked women and how many are of bloodshed, and how the women are all looking at you and watching you and there are so many discussions about what kind of a person is she
but she isn't in this painting, is she, she's watching like a ghost behind you, saying a man told my story and you know what that's like because her facial expression defines her personality (what if she was just happy? what if she was holding back a sneeze? what if she is a kind person who relaxes into a frown when she's not focusing?) and on trains and in public if you hunch too much or let your "resting bitch face" show (it means you're not-smiling. you don't even have to be frowning. you know people who think they have "resting bitch face" and really mean they don't look delicate and pretty when they're relaxing; their facial expression isn't even intimidating it just isn't lovely) like congratulations that's your whole personhood
oh it's lovely to be in art circles and of course you've had some similar conversations because you do your homework but when you point out that maybe it doesn't actually matter if the mona lisa is smiling, that maybe we need to look at something other than her lips - people tell you that you just don't get it, so maybe you don't, but your skin crawls because you picture someone taking a picture of you and saying is she coy? is she clever? what do we see? and you think. well, i'm hungry, and stressed, and i've got those rent bills incoming
and it's not like you can say it doesn't happen with men because of course there are conversations about it but you've noticed that a man with a blank face is empowered or showing leadership skills or calm or even kind - that he gets good attributes faster for less effort - and it's not like you're even a professional in these circles but it still feels like you're trying to express something very akin to - if you were one of us, you'd need no explanation for it because you can look at a picture of these women and something in your heart rings and something else in the back of your mind says - this isn't for everyone, this is only for us and you know that no matter what you do or say about dehumanization and how we are people at the end of the day and how not every woman who smiles at you lies on a spectrum of "flirting" or "devoid of wit" - no matter what you do, they're not going to get it.
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Vanessa and the scorpion
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jademickian · 4 months
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I think it’s pretty neat that stargazing was a Gallavich thing. 
In season 2, Mickey says “you want us to put a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?” There is that—once again—an inner desire hidden behind the veil of a witty rhetoric. The dawn is popularly the symbol of new hope, the sun coming up shining its light, enveloping the ground with a potential of joy and rebirth. But with stargazing, the darkness in which it transpires precedes the coming of dawn. It is the hoping itself, the wishing, the tilting of head towards the sky, like the heart whispering a prayer to the universe. The sun is a very bright star that illuminates all. It’s overwhelming with its promise of renewal and warmth of love. That's why it’s much easier to look at tinier, less brighter stars at night. The multitude of them enough to give light—not too much—but just enough to stare at, so it doesn’t hit you all at once. The dawn would tell him he deserves to love and be loved, and that contrary to his belief, he’s not fucked for life. It’s a crazy jump, and the blaze of it might even burn. Meanwhile, the twinkle of the stars would tell him that a boy likes him enough to hang out with him, and that it is okay to long for something so far out of reach, for now.
In season 5, Ian is having some grass time (he’s lying on the grass), stargazing. Earlier than this, he mentions you can never see this many stars from Chicago because of light pollution. Mickey calls, and he holds it up to stare at his ringing phone. Contemplating whether he should or should not. He stares at the stars—weaver of fates, guider of travels. Desire, once again, for answers. A confirmation. Some direction. There must be something because here, they’re clearer, unlike back home where it’s hindered by stray city lights. Maybe this could help clear his clouded mind. Maybe he could draw constellations by connecting the dots and it’ll show him what to keep, what to lose. A glint. A flicker. “That’s the most important thing, to find somebody to love, right? Who loves you back for who you are.” But the thing about the stars’ divine message is that it could often be misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Maybe the stars will sigh, oh well. Guess you could take detours. Because another thing about stars is that, although enigmatic to a fault, they know where everything must go. They are close to the language of the gods. Perhaps for now, the answer is to be apart because in the grand scheme of things, it will all play out as planned. 
In season 7, together, under the very same stars. It is hope and desire realized. Who would’ve thought? It was inexplicable, almost alien, that this is how their story is going now. But to the stars, it’s an old song. This is exactly where they should be. It’s the same narrative back then under the bleachers, when they didn’t know better. When voicing your feelings seems a futile and gargantuan feat. It’s the same story now, when they reconvene after, celestial forces refusing to cut these ties. When feelings are all you could voice out, as you’ve learned that if they swim inside you long enough, you’ll drown. “God I missed you.” The stars have known since the beginning. Its plans, slowly unfolding themselves. The wisdom they hold seem nearer now that if reached by the fingertips could be cold to the touch—not yet, not yet. 
But even stars could grow impatient. 
Even stargazer lilies—observer of heavenly bodies, predictor of futures—bloom facing the sky. Upwards, toward the stars, the flower looks upon. Maybe they’re ready for the dawn. The sun, the bigger and brighter star. The ball of fire catapulting itself, yet it doesn’t burn. It caresses, warm to the touch, and over the land gives life. It is here before them, and it will be here after. 
“Now?” Now.
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